My second life is a bit strange?

Shiyu belatedly answered the phone.

"Okay, I'll be right there." Shi Yu packed her things, gave a slight bow, and said, "Sorry, I have to go now. Goodbye..."

This time, she didn't call him "junior."

I boarded a train with the editor to an unfamiliar city, wearing a formulaic smile, responding to my colleagues at work, until nightfall.

"Finally, everything's settled. Let's buy some beer, go to the hotel, get completely drunk, and get a good night's sleep!"

Machida Sonoko stretched and yawned. With Shiho as her writer, she had earned quite a bit of money and was in a great mood, wanting to drink herself into oblivion.

"The way you talk really sounds like an old man."

"Haha, I'll leave the upcoming autograph and sales events to you."

Shi Yu flicked her wrist: "If I had known this day would come, I would have chosen a pen name with only one character."

"Pfft, you've worked hard, but I'm much relieved to see you can still joke around. A little regret is part of youth..."

The rain started falling suddenly, and pedestrians on the road quickly opened their umbrellas and quickened their pace.

"Seriously, it still rained in the end. Wait for me, I'm going to the supermarket to buy an umbrella."

Machida Sonoko held her briefcase over her head and ran towards the supermarket.

Shi Yu looked up at the dark sky, letting the rain hit her body, run down her face from the corner of her eye, and finally drip to the ground.

If it were me... I definitely couldn't accept it...

Can't accept it?

My junior's adorable smile, tall figure, and gentle voice—I can't forget them, you bastard.

Next time, next time you must say it.

……

With only two weeks left before school starts, everyone made plans to go downtown to see a movie and have a meal.

"What's wrong?" Kaguya asked, her hand under the table touching his clothes. Kaede had been absent-minded all day, which bothered her.

"It's nothing." Feng smiled perfunctorily, picked up his drink, and took a sip.

"I had so much fun today!" Chika leaned against Eriri's back from behind, her smile infectious to everyone around her.

"The next time we meet will probably be at school." Ishigami, being in the junior high school section, started school a few days earlier than them, and he was really counting down the days.

Kaede watched Chika and Ishigami board the subway. Eriri's mother came to pick her up. Yuriko wanted to take Kaede back with her, but was refused.

Because I wanted to spend some time alone with Kaguya.

Stepping out of the bustling streets, I rested on a park bench as the setting sun bathed the world in orange hues.

"Anything on your mind?"

"Well, I don't know how to say it."

Kaede looked at Kaguya, feeling a pang of guilt. Her heart was pounding, like a child who had done something wrong.

"It's okay, tell me when you're ready. Until then..." Kaguya pulled Kaede's head down and placed it on her lap.

"Take a good rest."

Kaguya gently stroked his hair, and the two gazed at the sunset in silence.

Until the sky turned into an ink-wash color.

Chapter 110 Egoists

"That day on the island, Eriri confessed her feelings to me."

Kaguya paused for a moment as she stroked his hair.

"So that's what it was..." Kaguya lowered her head, her bangs covering her eyes. "It's alright."

Kaguya looked up, her eyes filled with tears, glistening on her eyelashes: "Strange, I was clearly prepared, but...why..."

Feng hugged her tightly and said, "I'm sorry."

Kaguya shook her head, listening to his heartbeat.

The boy I love most no longer belongs to me alone.

Kaguya nestled in Kaede's arms for a long time. When she looked up, she had a forlorn smile on her face: "I'm fine, I'm just inexplicably a little lonely."

Feng wanted to say something, but she silenced him with a kiss.

"Shh..." Kaguya pressed her lips to his, and this kiss was more passionate than ever before.

When they parted again, Kaguya's face was once again filled with a smile, though the corners of her eyes were red from rubbing.

"I've found that I'm not good at managing the distance in my relationships with people."

"Yes, you get along well with anyone." Kaguya poked his arm with her hand in distress, like a child.

"I looked it up online, and it seems that this symptom is called distance disorder."

"These symptoms actually exist?"

"Yes, I'm planning to see a psychologist."

"Shall I go with you to take a look tomorrow?"

"it is good."

They sat side by side on a bench by the roadside, bathed in moonlight, chatting. A few fireflies drifted around them, and a gentle breeze carried away the heat, leaving behind the scent of floral water.

This scene, I wonder, has adorned someone else's scenery.

The next day, we agreed to meet at the doctor's house, which was a high-end apartment building with the elevator on the sixteenth floor. The interior was quite simply decorated.

"The patient's family members are waiting at the door."

Kaguya sat on the bench, covering her flushed face with her hands. The word "family" made her very happy.

It turns out that to outsiders, I was just a family member.

"Tell me about your condition, and I'll treat you as my friend." This is a common phrase used by psychologists, giving them a very approachable feel.

"I have a hard time managing the distance between myself and my friends."

"Don't hold back, after all, your purpose in coming here is to get cured, isn't it?" The doctor poured Feng a glass of water, flipping the pen between his fingers.

“I can sense your loneliness and anxiety from your eyes and expression.”

"It seems there's a secret hidden in your heart that you can't tell anyone."

Bai Yinfeng was stunned; this doctor was quite impressive.

He was both surprised and worried. He wanted to tell the doctor what had happened to him, since no one would believe such an absurd thing anyway.

Feng opened up his long-sealed heart and said a lot. The doctor sat quietly listening, but the expression on his face became increasingly strange.

You said you died in a fire?

"Yes."

The doctor looked at Feng, who was answering him seriously, and checked Feng's medical records on the computer. He couldn't find any information about Feng, and there were no burns on his body.

The doctor gestured in the air: "Is it some kind of strange metaphor?"

"No."

Feng's serious answer left the doctor speechless. If he was really dead, was the person in front of him a ghost? The thought made the hairs on his arms stand on end.

"Putting that aside, you said you couldn't maintain a certain distance from girls, and in the end, they all fell for you?"

The doctor paced back and forth by the window.

"Isn't that good?"

Feng, fiddling with the mechanical pencil lead, said, "I'm afraid of hurting them."

"If the girls don't advise against it, just make things clear and let things take their natural course. Youth is full of stumbles and falls, leaving you with scars, but with the passage of time, these memories will turn into rainbows."

"It's unbelievable that you, doctor, can say such things without any guilt. You're a scumbag."

The doctor stumbled and almost fell. He pushed up his glasses and said, "I've only dated one person. I'm not a jerk. Besides, who says having many partners makes someone a jerk? It's about responsibility. Can you handle that?"

Feng pondered the concept of responsibility, believing he could provide his future family with exceptionally good conditions.

"Hmm, it seems you've got the wrong idea. I wasn't referring to financial resources."

"Can your time and feelings take care of so many people? These are not questions that you and I can answer. As I said before, let nature take its course, leave everything to time, or simply reject other people from the root."

Feng thought about it and realized that most of his friends were girls, so if he wanted to eliminate the problem at its source...

He didn't want to see Qianhua's innocent smile again.

"It seems you already have the answer in your heart."

Feng was visibly more relaxed, and his sunny smile returned to his face: "Well, since we've already made a mistake, let's just go all the way with it."

"Haha, you're such a selfish person. Don't deceive girls' feelings."

"I will explain it to them."

"If you have any problems, you can come to me again." The doctor stood up, intending to see him off.

Fires, the Earth's core, outer space—it sounds like a joke, but who wouldn't want the money?

The doctor finished organizing the files, but the ballpoint pen on the table wasn't placed properly and rolled down the table. He stepped on it and was about to fall when Feng flashed to his side, supporting his waist with one hand and lifting his leg with the other.

Documents were scattered everywhere, papers fluttered down, and a folder was about to hit the doctor on the head when Feng picked him up in a princess carry and spun him around.

"Doctors need to be careful."

Feng helped the doctor put down and pick up the things on the ground, then pushed open the door and left.

The doctor clutched his chest and muttered to himself, "Damn, what is this feeling of being moved?"

"What did the doctor say?"

"Let me let things take their course."

Kaguya took his hand and asked, "What are your plans next?"